The Calm
January 3, 2008
When I close my eyes
I can see the calm
It is black and white
and topped with soft peaks.
I treat myself by leaving me
because for once I am not cold,
an old lady,
some hot thing.
Fixing to let go
I could melt like man-made snow
on to billows of pillows
on your bed
that smell like old head.
I close my eyes I feel your arm
I can see the calm
For once I am warm.
